Simon was cold and distant to almost everyone, but it seemed invisible forces pulled you two together. With you, he opened up.

His personality was still very aloof, but it seemed like he wasn't so on edge. He didn't have to analyze every word that came out of your mouth, or vigilantly track every move you made—waiting for you to betray him.

No, Simon trusted you. And with that trust, came vulnerability. Simon hated being vulnerable, but with you it was natural.

Simon didn't know why he was so drawn to you, why he found himself trusting you so easily, but somehow he couldn't stop. He found himself staring when he thought you weren't looking. You'd become the reason he got out of bed in the mornings.

He found he always wanted to be around you. It was mostly subconscious—gravitating towards you during briefings or in the mess hall, but sometimes it was intentional.

Like now. He stayed to help you with the dishes, not ready to leave your side quite yet. The atmosphere in the small kitchen was peaceful, silence filled with slow music playing from your phone.

He dried the last dish and put it away just as the music slowed, transitioning to the next song. He recognized it, an idea popping into his head. It might've been a stupid one, but love made you do stupid things.

"Dance with me." His voice was low, more vulnerable than usual. Before you could even reply, Simon gently took your hand and tugged you against him. His other hand settled on your waist as he began to hum along with the music.

He enjoyed the way you laughed at his antics, almost melting as your own hand rested on his shoulder—swaying gently in the kitchen.

"For I can't help..." He sung gently as he spun you, a small grin pulling at his lips. He was completely enamored as he watched you twirl—your laughter light and full of joy.

He pulled you back against him as the song ended, and it was like the rest world fell away. Only you mattered now. "Falling in love with you," the lyrics he sang hung heavy in the air, a thinly veiled confession.